There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the things you thought would be best for me.

This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

What being home-schooled has taught me, more than anything, is what a waste of a life high school is.

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.

What if it turns out that a life isn’t defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you’ve lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?